Wednesday, March 12, 2008

LIFE... (as we know it)

A flower grows
A flower dies
This is when
A flower cries


A new bud is grown
To take it's space
But the first flower
Cannot be replaced


The flower now gone
Is shot up like a dart
And will rest in the heavens
Until it makes a new start


Written age 14
5/12/94

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